And what’s this with having to wear a coat?

But Pax loves it. On our ride/walk to the prairie this afternoon he wanted to run—galloping, stretched out, hell bent for leather. I don't think I've ever seen him run faster.

We did have lots of rain early on, and even something close to sleet, driven by a whipping wind. The chilly temps ultimately penetrated the house, causing the furnace to turn on for the first time this year.

So, time to put the storms on the windows that now have screens.

Pax says "think snow," but I reprimand him and say, "no, think ice."